Infiltration: The Hero's Other Long-Time Friend (2)
A voice echoed faintly inside her head, as if resounding from deep within. Formed of mana, it stirred in Emilia a feeling that was achingly familiar and dear.
This voice—!
"What's wrong, Emilia?"
"Ah…."
Emilia snapped back to awareness for a split second, but the voice from above melted her mind right back into a hazy fog. Before she knew it, her mouth had stopped lavishing the Melrn Count's foot with licks, so she eagerly took his toes between her lips again, sucking on them with wet, smacking sounds.
Every lap of her tongue over his foot, every time she engulfed it in her mouth, sent tingling jolts of pleasure piercing through her body, flooding her with unbearable bliss. Yet even as she drowned in it, her thoughts scattered faintly toward that voice echoing in her mind moments ago.
That voice now, the wave of mana it carried… it felt so familiar. A friend's voice. A friend's mana.
At that realization, a dim anxiety sprouted in Emilia's heart….
—You mustn't come here.
—Please… don't come….
"Emilia, what's gotten into you lately?"
"Mmmph… Ah, uh…?"
"You seem distracted. Is something wrong?"
"N-no… nothing…."
If the Melrn Count commanded her to "tell me honestly," Emilia knew she couldn't refuse. But he merely stroked his chin, gazing down at her quietly, and mercifully let it drop without pressing further.
Emilia let out a deep sigh of relief and redoubled her efforts, licking his foot more fervently, shaking her hips to flaunt her charms. She debased herself even more, desperate to dispel any hint of suspicion. So he wouldn't notice the friend who would soon arrive. And above all, so her precious friend could turn back safely, without stepping into danger… She prayed for it in her heart.
Not just his foot, but his hairy, rough shin, his thigh, and up to his groin—she slurped and licked relentlessly. Then, deeming it enough, he switched, caressing her body with his hands instead. Just the kneading of her breasts and the groping of her firm ass ignited an uncontrollable blaze of lust within her, leaving her frantic for penetration.
"My lord… haaah… please, hurry…♥"
Driven by the heat, Emilia begged desperately, but
"Not yet. Just a little longer, Emilia."
The Melrn Count, who always indulged her pleas, held back today. Instead, he kissed her nape like a consolation prize. That alone drew an "Ahh!" from her lips, flushing her earlobes red.
His caresses continued. Licking her lips, fiddling with her earlobes. Rubbing her armpits, stroking her belly. Teasing her soles, licking up her thighs. Gentle, ordinary, delicate touches—not intense at all.
Yet for Emilia, each contact stoked the fires of her arousal, her vision shaking as if an earthquake rocked the world. Her nipples stood stiff and erect, her lewd slit twitching and drooling nectar.
"Ah, ahaah… ah…!"
Her sight blurred, her exposed breasts quivered. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her legs ready to buckle any moment. The fact that this man was the enemy she must avenge her parents against had long since flown from her mind.
The succubus curse implanted within her fueled an immense carnal lust and sexual instinct; every cell in her body seemed to scream for the Melrn Count.
Emilia surrendered to his touches, rubbing against him and coquettishly writhing. She pressed her full, luscious breasts against his hard frame, ground her dripping pussy on his thigh, or guided his hand to her ass or crotch, begging for more.
"Yes, ahhhnngh… ah, ahaaaah…♥ So good, so gooood…♥"
As the caresses piled on and the flames of desire roared higher, the pleas from her womb and depths grew louder, sharper. Please, pierce me here. Fill me with your seed. Please… ravage me more….
Overwhelmed by the aching craving to be filled, Emilia gazed at him with moist eyes—only for her thoughts to dissolve once more under his touches.
"Ah, haaah… Melrn… my lord…♥"
Before she knew it, their positions had reversed. Emilia perched on the edge of the bed, while the Melrn Count lewdly lapped and sucked at her slender, delicate feet. The licking fanned her arousal endlessly, but it wasn't enough—the lack gnawed at her. In the end, she plunged her own hand into her pussy.
One hand mauled her heaving breast like it might burst, the other thrust schlick-schlick-schlick into her slit, desperately chasing release. But she couldn't cum. Her body was so sensitive, burning so hot. Yet when she tried to comfort herself, it was like she'd gone numb—barely any sensation.
No, she felt something from stimulating her hotspots… but it wasn't the pleasure she craved. It fizzled out instantly.
She could never climax like this. Never be satisfied. Not without the Melrn Count's caresses. Not without his cock.
She would never be fulfilled…!
"Aaaah♥ My lord, my loooord…♥ Hnngh, hnnngh♥♥ Let me cum, pleeease… I beg you…♥♥"
Emilia stabbed desperately at the hole below her slit, pleading pitifully. But heedless of her tearful voice, the Melrn Count moved from her toes to her soles, then slurped at her cute, rounded anklebones.
Tingles of itch and lust made her thighs quiver.
—How long?
—How long will you make me wait…?
Glancing down at him with eyes full of resentment and plea, Emilia watched as he finally lifted his face from her pretty legs after her slim calves. His expression was inscrutable—what could he be thinking? The dim light made it hard to read.
And at his groin, his rigid cock stood proudly, demanding attention. Emilia's eyes locked on it; she swallowed hard, her face twisting in needy desperation.
Pushed to the brink by her bursting desire, she spread her legs obscenely, arching back and prying her labia wide with her fingers to display her pussy fully.
"My lord, Melrn… I can't… I can't take it anymore…."
"Please, put it in… your thick cock… inside me…."
"I want it… let me have it… please… sex…."
"I beg you… please… hurry…."
Obscene. Vulgar. But the Melrn Count didn't look down on her with contempt. He gazed softly, lovingly—as if she were precious. Though today, a cynical smile tugged at his lips.
He loomed over her sprawled, slutty form on the bed's edge, embracing her. His cock brushed her crotch… and just that made Emilia sigh sweetly.
—Ahh, I can feel his hard body all over me. Not like a soft female body—pure male hardness. Not just any man, but this one, the one and only Melrn Count.
Her head grew foggy, vision shaking again. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry….
"Emilia."
"Y-yes… yes, my lord…."
"You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"
———?!
Emilia froze. The Melrn Count, peering right into her face, seemed satisfied. He pulled back, away from her body—but kept his erect cock swaying near her crotch like a taunt. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, dripping to smear slickly across her lower belly.
"How sad. That my love would hide something from me."
"N-no, that's not… I…."
"This won't do. Rest for tonight, Emilia. If you change your mind and want to tell me what you're hiding, we'll talk then."
And until then, no cock. No piercing fullness, no sweet whispers of love during sex. Things Emilia surely craved desperately.
He was her parents' killer. Her enemy. Someone she could tear apart and it wouldn't be enough. If she could avoid being ravaged by him any longer, she'd want that too….
"A parting gift until then—take it, Emilia."
He stroked her lower belly as he spoke. The yin pattern etched there glowed ominously, pulsing with throbbing waves.
"H-hn, ah, aaaah…!?"
The succubus curse inside her surged wildly on his mana, rampaging out of control. Squirt, squirt… Without a touch, climax nectar gushed from her pussy.
Her body burned. Unbearably hot. Above all, her desire swelled endlessly….
"N-no… no, my lord…!"
Blazing with heat and lust, Emilia slid off the bed to her knees, clinging to his legs, rubbing her cheek against his feet as she begged. Please, don't leave me like this. I can't endure it….
"Then tell me, Emilia. What are you hiding?"
The Melrn Count looked down and asked again. Emilia gazed up at him, eyes brimming with resentment and desperate plea….